#i wish i had time to draw some things from these

[siri-ike]

Summer of change

Part 2? 4?... part 4.

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The morgue? No, thank you. Danny may be more comfortable with death than the average person, but he does not want to see what a dissected body looks like. He'd rather save that for when his parents finally catch him, and he finds out first hand.

Too bad Steph wasn't really asking.

"This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening." He repeated in his head for every step down.

"Oh, come on," Steph calls from the bottom of the stairs. "It's just a basement."

"Nothing good ever happens in basements." He yells back.

The lights are harsh. It smells like bleach and other chemicals. Nothing like the lab at home. Sure, ectoplasm doesn't exactly smell good, or even unlike a corpse. But, ya'know, it's fainter. Like the memory of a smell. This smell is very present.

"Wanna lie down on the dissection table?" She teased.

The image of Vlad, both present and future, strapping him down to a metal table. He wouldn't want to experience anything like that ever again. Green blood goo everywhere. Flashed before his eyes. "No," He sneered.

"Fine," Steph said, defiantly hopping up on the table, "I'll do it." She lay down and stuck her tongue out, pretending to be dead.

She seemed to take joy in messing with him.

Wonder how she'd like it.

A devious grin replaced the fear on Danny's face. And he disappeared into the floor.

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She laid down on the dissection table. It was so cold that she wrapped her exposed arms over her stomach. She stuck her tongue out so he wouldn't notice her discomfort. It would be so embarrassing if she managed to make a fool out of herself in front of the only other person her own age.

She looked back to where Danny had been standing, but he was gone. She must have scared him off... like she always does.

She sits back up, her charismatic smile fading, and the lights flickered.

But then the lights flicker. There's a rattling from the office. Footsteps. And if she concentrates enough, breathing.

She gets down from the table, crosses her arms, and wishes she'd worn warmer clothes. "Who's there?" She demands.

"Who's there?" A haunting voice echoes, mocking.

Her heart races her eyes dart to various noises. No one is there. And then...

The lights go out.

The middle of an opperation room in a morgue, somehow, no longer feels like the best place to be.

She tries to run back to where she remembers the stairs to be, but then out of nowhere, just a head appears right in front of her.

"Boo!" It shouts, and she screams at the top of her lungs.

Then the lights turn back on, revealing the same boy from earlier. Head and body.

It takes her a moment to catch her breath, and once she does, she yells.

"You're gonna need a coroner when I'm done with you!" She threatened, but her tough words can't disguise the look of utter delight.

"I told you, nothing good happens in basements." Danny teases with a mischievous smile.

Funny. She could have sworn his eyes were blue.

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@confused-they ,you were right. There was a ghost in the basement.

Thank you to @bespoke-nautilus for proofing

@ladyredmoon13 @ryuukthehatter @sonrium @niamcarlin @sunnysolaria @tiffanyhart13 @tkiesai @not-your-average-url

[alllgator-blood]

'FOGGY STREETS AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS'

(part 3/3)

I'm gonna infodump about the backstory of this comic, don't feel obligated to read it because it's not cotl related it's just personal stuff, I just want to be able to write about it somewhere cause I can't really talk to anyone about it.

As always, thanks for reading this far, sorry my stuff has been such a bummer so consistently. This comic goes out to all my "christmas induced depression" homies, I left my house maybe like ~5 times all month and it was NOT pleasant hearing "IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!!" on the radio when I'm so ready for it to be over. Gonna take it reaaaaal easy til the year ends, you guys take it easy too!! Got some asks I have to respond to when I'm more stable but probably no new comic pages til january

Alright uhhh so this part of the comic is pretty much taken directly from the last time I saw my great-grandma alive, a few days before christmas. She didn't remember me, but at the nursing home there was a piano, and I sat down and played some stuff because I didn't know what to say. I was really into lisa the painful rpg at the time, and I played that "I've got the joy" song that the villain sings without realizing it was an old christian campfire song. She didn't really say much or move that whole night, just kind of gave me a polite blank smile, but started singing the words when I played the notes to that song.

I kinda stopped in shock, my dad frantically asked me to keep playing, so I did. While the comic I made is way more sappy than the actual moment was, I wish I'd cherished the moment longer. I didn't know it was the last time I'd see her alive. Every family christmas was held at her house when she was around, so it's been weird the past few years. I actually lost another dementia-addled grandma to cancer on christmas eve in 2009, so the holiday was already kind of weird for me on top of everything else that makes me sad this time of year. That's what part 2 was about, I'll spare the details but I wrote leshy to act out how I felt back then. Why are we all sad? This is supposed to be a happy time, all the decorations are up and we're almost all here, so why is everyone smiling yet everything feels so wrong? I feel like since leshy's canonically the most ignorant one to things lurking below the surface, he'd be the one to try and make everyone feel better but not quite understand why everyone is so miserable. My first memory of having self injurious behavior came from then, hence why I had leshy pull his leaves off in the last comic. It was confusing and frustrating and I was just old enough to comprehend something was wrong, but not old enough to understand the depth of it, it DEFINITELY didn't help that nobody helped me back then so I made leshy's siblings actually come in clutch instead of grabbing him/yelling at him.

That night with the piano was something that's stuck with me the few years she's been gone, but I felt kind of strange when I asked my dad and my sister about it and neither of them remembered it. The room we were in was completely empty so nobody else witnessed it but us three. I myself have a history of head trauma and memory loss (plus, native americans are disproportionately more likely to develop dementia... lucky us) so if I ever forgot about that moment, there'd be nobody left to remember it. Sometimes when I do comics, it's my way of going "this happened at some point, and the only evidence it ever happened was me witnessing it, so if something happens to me I want the memory to stay alive in some form."

Anyway. The autistic urge to overshare, am I right? Idk what my religious ass great-grandma would think of me drawing demonic comics about my last memory of her, she'd probably think it's funny though cause she raised my dad whose interests have always been "death metal and devil worship". I'm not sure if anyone read this far, I just hope my dumb comics can convey the things I can't say with my voice and struggle to say through text. None of this was supposed to be "feel bad for me!! Woe is me!!", it was supposed to me more like...cathartic? Healing? I almost didn't post this comic because it felt kinda weird, but seeing people connect with it made it worth it imo. Thank you

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 7

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7])

more Oz references! fury of the elements, one very pissed ex, same thing.

god but how much I love rio going feral?! it's so stupid I'm giggling and kicking my feet about it. you'd think a very old, very wise being would react like a grown ass adult after a breakup, especially because it was such a long time coming. but does rio go home to process things quietly? noooooooo she summons a whole storm and sits on a roof waiting for agatha to come out of her basement, so she can be an ass about it. if they were humans rio would be slashing agatha's tires and smashing windows and throwing rotten eggs at her house drunk at three in the morning, and you know what? good for her!!! she's been fucking trying to work out things in a mature responsible way, and it was never going to work, agatha was never going to grow up. so fuck it. agatha wants to be immature? we'll show her immature! I support my girl going full petty and unhinged, let her cry and scream and eat a whole ice cream tub and then throw it all up, let her piss all over agathas' rhododendrons, my girl has earned it.

AND she's brought her favorite soul-reaping orchid with her! she's like, I'm gonna do it! this time I'm gonna getcha! I will drag your ungrateful ass to our son kicking and screaming if I have to!!!!

...girl. we both know you ain't. like agatha is literally about to die and you still won't reap that soul without her consent. absolute loser behavior.

and agatha... well, agatha never backed off from an immaturity showdown. oooh she's gonna out-toddler you for sure.

but it's so interesting that the Road didn't give her her powers back. tbh I don't think she ever lost her powers at all, seeing as she's first and foremost a succubus and that power works just fine, if alice's fate is any indication. it's more like, three years under the spell completely drained her battery and she desperately needs to feed.

and agatha wasn't planning on joining the Road at all, as far as she was concerned it didn't even exist. like with lilia, jen and alice the Road gave her not what she asked, but what she needed all along: her prize was that moment of closure with nicky

so rio cannot kill people, she can only make them wish they were dead, and I just realized, her special talent is also being fucking annoying, just like agatha

by the way, rewatching wandavision I realized that his name is JOHN, not herb! I'm so sorry I've been calling you the wrong name this whole time, my guy. ALSO MOVE OUT OF THAT NEIGHBORHOOD DEAR LORD

same goes for you two. harold you have a daughter!

(omg a literal harold, they're lesbians.)

agatha sees the fire moon and it reminds her of alice. she draws a circle for the expelle hoc malum protection spell she's learned from her. she had a coven only for a day and look how much they've gotten under her skin.

rio gives an incredulous sigh. are you calling me "evil"? it's like, we've been over this!

I know that baby and I love you, but also you're very much sitting on a rooftop cackling like a maniac. how can these two be both so tragic and so so fucking ridiculous at the same time.

it's like, she's absolutely right, she's no villain and she's no demon, agatha should stop treating her like one and punishing her for it. but also... stop begging her to, for fuck's sake. rio, my love, have some dignity. stop chasing. you did a dramatic exit half an hour ago, WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE

agatha trying to exorcise her ex wife with a spell: clownass behavior.

rio blowing the circle away with a kiss: also clownass behavior.

but is she wrong????

lilia's turn to come in handy!

I'm sorry but... a whole sink? she threw a whole sink at her head?? this scene is so fucking hilarious, like I know some people found rio ooc but to me it makes perfect sense. I'm just sorry she didn't throw a toilet.

GO HOME, RIO. it's okay, we're gonna put up a picture of agatha in your living room and throw poop at it until you feel better or smth, it's gonna be okay, you let it all out.

^^literally rio

jen's moment: vulnus ab aqua curare.

I don't think it's going to help you much though, babe. remember when agatha kept poking wanda with a stick and got her ass kicked to oblivion in return? she's been poking DEATH for two hundred years. what did she expect???!?!

THAT IS THE HOTTEST SOMEONE HAS EVER LOOKED, DEAR LORD

and considering that rio chooses an outfit for each soul she reaps: this is what she chose for agatha??? girl, be for real!!!

aaaand she gets kicked into a wall a moment later. after her devastating sexy ass walk with the high slit dress and all. complete loser behavior.

(also hilarious: agatha's laundry hanging there the whole time)

billy came back to save agatha (awww) but not before conjuring a cool wiccan costume and doing a very dramatic entrance (awwwwwwww). literally her son.

I agree tbh

agatha's face when she realizes billy is choosing to give her magic: this is the first time someone does it willingly. and sure he is super powerful (she drained poor alice in a second), but I keep imagining a world were agatha is an important, cherished member of a community, maybe playing the vital role of teacher and knowledge keeper, and the community willingly donates magic in return, all together and on a regular basis, like people donate blood, so that no one dies and she doesn't starve.

look at how the beam changes color, and just how happy she is to finally eat. it's just the way she was born, you know? I hate that evanora turned it into something horrible when it didn't need to.

oh god, that stupid outfit again. that is agatha's "I'm such a scary merciless bitch and I don't care about your feelings" outfit. as if.

and then she realizes she's killing billy. look at her face, a moment ago she even said how good all this power feels. she could easily take it all. but of course for billy she has to stop.

so, can agatha actually control her powers? well, it's complicated, isn't it? she definitely couldn't when she was very young. possibly she never sought to learn how to as time went on.

(thank you for your patience, everyone, I'll update more regularly from now on. and you all know what happens next entry.)

go to episode 8 part 8

[snarkspawn]

Oh look, it's that time of the year again :'D (how tf did that happen??) Anyway, hm. Mental health-wise this year was the worst in quite some time for me, so for some months I literally only had one, maybe two finished pieces to choose from. BUT on the plus side I'm fairly happy with most of the drawings I did finish, so that's good! I'll just focus on that, and on all the things I still want to improve on in the future. Here's to hoping 2025 will be less rough, and a little kinder, to all of us :)

On that note I wish all of you a wonderful end of the year and a great start into 2025! Thank you so, so much for coming with me on my art journey, for liking and reblogging, and for leaving nice comments and messages! You make it all worth it and I appreciate the hell out of you, whether you've been following me for ages or only just got here 💜 mwah!

[27dragons]

Countdown to 2025: Dec 21

Wizards AU / Dead Boy Detectives - Payneland / Mistletoe

“I need your help.”

No other sentence could have forced Edwin to leave his books and cozy tower and go out into the the longest night of the year. For a wizard, the winter solstice was a night of danger, when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest. A night when the demons that gave wizards their power sought to escape their spells of binding and exact revenge on their masters. A night best spent indoors, safely within a circle of protection.

But if Charles needed his help, then Edwin would go.

Charles was a witch. His power came from the natural world, manifesting in potions and hexes rather than the symbology and ritual that channeled Edwin’s magic. But Charles would also be at his weakest during the solstice, and if he needed Edwin’s help, then Edwin was powerless to deny him.

So despite his misgivings, he donned a cloak and his thickest boots and went out, into the woods that crowded around the hill that supported his tower. Charles’ cottage wasn’t too far into the woods, at least, and there was a path.

Charles greeted him with an easy smile and arms that opened wide for a friendly hug. (Only friendly, Edwin reminded himself firmly, however much he might wish otherwise. He was grateful that his awkward confession some months gone had not prompted Charles to back away.)

“Thanks for coming, mate,” Charles said, giving Edwin an extra squeeze before letting him go. “I know this is a shit night for you to be out, but this is just so much easier with two people. And if anything happens, I swear I’ll protect you.”

Edwin didn’t want to think too much about Charles leaping between him and danger, eyes flashing and muscles flexing. So he shrugged it off and said, “So what is it that you need?”

Charles grabbed up his bag and led the way out into the forest. “I need mistletoe. Specifically, mistletoe that’s been harvested on the solstice, using a silver sickle.” He rummaged in his bag and held up the wickedly-hooked blade. It shone in the darkness, reflecting the moon’s light into Edwin’s eyes.

Edwin looked away before it could dazzle his sight. “Right. And what will I be doing, then?”

“Keeping a lookout, mostly,” Charles said. “It’s not as dangerous for witches to be out tonight, but it’s not not dangerous, either. Also, the whole operation will go faster if you can maybe gather up the sprigs as I drop them? That way I can just cut a bunch at once, and as soon as I’m done, we’ll be ready to go.” Charles pointed. “The grove is just ahead. I’ve been up there every day since the full moon, blessing the trees.”

When they reached the grove, Charles gave Edwin a bag to collect the sprigs in, and a jar of pale green powder. “If you think something is coming, sprinkle that in a circle around us both. It should hold off most things until I’m able to get back down.” Without waiting for Edwin’s response, he grabbed a low-hanging branch and hoisted himself up into the tree, agile as a chipmunk.

Edwin looked through the trees and shadows and wondered how he would ever be able to spot anything with enough time to use the powder.

The tree stopped rustling, and Edwin felt a gentle crest of magic sifting down through the branches as Charles began the harvest. Edwin tensed, lest the magic draw other things to the grove, but nothing came.

“Look out below,” Charles called, and Edwin barely stepped out of the way before a handful of mistletoe sprigs rained down. He dutifully gathered them up and put them in the bag, though he noted a few had snared on the branches on their way down that he couldn’t reach. He reported it to Charles. “I’ll figure it out when I’m done cutting. Maybe the wind will blow them loose,” Charles replied. “I’m jumping over to the next tree now.”

“Jumping?”

“Relax, mate, the branches are basically touching.” The rustling spiked, and the tree next to Edwin shivered with Charles’ landing.

It went like that, Charles jumping from tree to tree like a monkey and cutting down mistletoe for Edwin to collect in between nervous glances around the forest to make sure they were alone.

Finally, Charles came back down to the ground. To hide his sigh of relief, Edwin turned away, pointing up to the snared sprigs in the branches above. They hung in constellations of pale berries over the whole grove. “What about those?”

Charles took the bag from Edwin and looked in, nodding. “We’ve got plenty for the next year, maybe even two,” he said. He looked up at the sprigs thoughtfully. “Does seem like a waste to leave ‘em unused,” he mused. He slanted a look at Edwin. “Well. You know what else mistletoe is good for?”

Edwin frowned, trying to remember his herb lore, but it had never been his strong suit. “I’m not sure I--”

Charles kissed him.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

AN: As we draw close to Christmas and the end of the year, here's your reminder to be the person you wish there was more of in the world.

CW: Smut, fem receiving oral, sex toys, undiscussed video call sharing, val is mentioned.

Summary: When Vox seems to lose interest in you and your undefined relationship, you take yourself out to the bar after a fight. An unlikely heroine saves you from a rather crude man with too much interest in you. After a few drinks and spilling your story, she takes you back to her place to show you that you had options.

“Vox!” you yelled, stomping after your boyfriend, lover, whatever the fuck he was.

��Each time your heels slammed the wooden floor, it seemed to fracture the warmth that you had built in this space. You hadn’t defined the relationship and fuck; you needed to. What exactly he was would determine if you were even right to be upset with the man you had been spending most of your days and nights with for the last six or so months. 

He had been there whenever he wasn’t working. He kept you on his arm, doted on you. He gave you gifts and pleasure and now he wasn’t, and it was pissing you off. Under the rolling ball of rage in your gut was something worse, something that hurt if you looked at it for more than a second. It was a sea of sadness and fear that you were becoming boring, routine, fading into the background of Vox’s life. 

He had been… absent. Disengaged. Even when fucking, the fire, passion and desire seemed… forced. You could see the spinning wheel of programs running in the background, the slight flicker of his screen as he switched from task to task. 

It wasn’t even Christmas day yet, and you were losing him, his heart. His interest, his time- you were losing it all. 

“I’ve got work to do, dollface.” Vox didn’t even bother looking back at you. “You don’t need me to go to the bar with you.” 

“You’re right.” Your voice turned cold as you stood, feeling very much like he had slapped you. “I don’t need you to go to the bar with me.” 

“Glad we got that established.” Vox walked out of the penthouse you had been spending more and more time alone in as time went on. He didn’t look back at you. He didn’t slow. He didn’t even say goodbye. He just… walked out. 

“I don’t need you to,” you whispered, your heart breaking in your chest as the door closed behind him. “I wanted you to.” 

~~~~~<3

The music was louder than you would have liked for a night out on your own, but the bar itself was pretty tame, all things considered. You had to do some searching, not bothering to put any effort into hiding where you were going. 

Maybe… maybe Vox was watching. He did that, sometimes. Less now than he had before, but… he would watch what you were up to online. Maybe he would look and see. Maybe he would join you. 

You typed “I miss you” and searched. Of course, the results were several books and songs, none that you gave a shit about. With a sigh, you cleared the search bar and continued your mission, finding the small hole in the wall bar you where you currently sat. 

You’d been there for over an hour and Vox hadn’t showed up. It stung, but you that didn’t surprise you. You wanted it to, but… it didn’t. Whatever it was you had with Vox, it was dying and that was killing you. He was tired of you and you… you’d fallen in love with him. 

Stupid. Satan help you, you were stupid. 

“Heeey,” a man slid up next to you at the bar. “What’s a sexy thing like you doing here?” 

“Drinking,” you answered coldly, doing little more than glancing at him. 

“What, couldn’t get into one of the ritzy clubs?” the man pressed, scooting closer to you. You, in turn, scooted away. 

“What I can and cannot get into isn’t your concern.” You finished your drink quickly before slipping off the stool.

“I know what I can get into.” The man’s words slurred as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“No, thank you,” you said as you turned, preparing to slip off the seat. 

As soon as your feet hit the ground, his arm was around your waist. Your back hit his chest, hips grazing his thighs. “Come on, baby. I can show you a good time.” 

“I believe she told you to fuck off.” Velvette’s voice cut through the voice of the club like a knife, commanding obedience even as she sounded frankly bored. The man’s hands left you as if the sound burned him. 

No one in their right mind would cross the Vee’s, even the more peaceful of the three. Doing so would earn them death or financial ruin, depending on their mood at the time. In hell, it was hard to say,which was worse. 

“Piss off,” Velvette said, shoulders square and head held high as she stepped closer to you while keeping her eyes on the man. “You’re in my fucking seat.” 

“There are other seats.” The man failed to muster the same confidence he had as he accosted you when speaking to the powerful fashion overlord. 

“Great!” Velvette clapped her hands once, a cold smile cutting across her black painted lips. “There are plenty of other seats for you then!” 

The man hesitated, standing but lingering in front of the stool. Velvette took a step forward, stomping her heel as her foot hit the ground. The crack of her heel on the wooden floor sent the man running. 

“Thank you.” You watched with wide eyes as Velvette took the man’s seat. 

“It’s whatever.” She waved her hand through the air as if she could physically bat the thanks away. “Sit down and drink with me.” 

You knew better than to disobey. Velvette was one of the more sane of the Vees, but she was still known to go off at a moment’s notice. Your night sucked balls already. You would not tempt fate. Plus, after her scaring away your latest admirer, you did somewhat owe her. 

“Why aren’t you with your flat-faced prince?” She motioned, taking the drink she had ordered up in her hand. 

“He’s got a meeting. Business.” You tried to sound like it didn’t bother you. You tried to sound like you didn’t care. 

“Shit sucks,” Velvette mused. 

“Yeah.” You sighed, a long weary sound. “It does.” 

One drink turned into shots, the two laughing over the terrible fashion choices of everyone in the bar. It felt good to have a friend, a fellow woman, to pass the time with. It was.. nice. 

“Why are you here, anyway?” you asked as giggles subsided. 

“Checkin on you.” Velvette shrugged. “Haven’t seen you around lately. What the fuck is up with that?” 

“Oh,” your face fell.

“Oh, hoe- you better spill your tea. What the fuck is going on with you and Vox?” Velvette motioned for more drinks for the both of you. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted, shoulders sagging. “He’s been so busy with work and… I just feel like an afterthought. I don’t know. Hell, I don’t know if he even sees me anymore or if I’m just another thing hanging around the penthouse. Sometimes, I think he wouldn’t notice if I wasn’t there.” 

“Shiiit.” Velvette let the word drag on, watching you with wide eyes. “And you still want him?” 

“I… I don’t know.” You shoved your hands through your hair before looking at her again. “I- I do. I love him. I just, fuck- I don’t know.” 

“Shit, the sex must be mind blowing.” Velvette whistled as she sipped her pink cocktail. You gave her a look, surprise clearly written on your face. “What?” 

“I thought… I mean, Vox and Valentino are a thing. I thought that-” You didn’t know how best to tell your powerful new friend that you had assumed she was also fucking your not boyfriend boyfriend. 

“Oh, ew- babe- no.” Velvette laughed. “I don’t fuck with men. You know why?” 

“Why?” You leaned in. 

“Because men leave you like this. You know who isn’t going to give you the runaround like this? A fuckin chick.” Velvette downed the rest of her drink. “Ever given a chick a shot?” 

“N-no.” Heat rose to your cheeks as Velvette looked at you very intentionally. 

“Do you want to?” she offered.

“I’ve- I don’t… What about Vox?” 

Velvette laughed, head thrown back as she grabbed your hand, pulling you off your stool as she stood. “Did you and Vox ever agree to be monogamous?” 

“Well, no…” You let her drag you toward the door.

“And he’s still fucking around with Val, isn’t he?” Velvette looked back at you, a wicked smile full of promise as she spoke. 

“I mean, sure…” The hot humid air of hell washed over you as she pulled you out of the bar. 

“Then let’s go babe. I’ll show you a good time and maybe after, Vox’ll remember why it’s important to lock down what he wants to keep to himself.” 

~~~~~<3

Velvette kissed you as soon as you stepped into her penthouse apartment. Fashion magazines and fabric swatches littered the space. Drawings of concepts were left lying around as if they were worth nothing. 

Kissing a woman didn’t feel as foreign as you had expected. Her soft lips moved against yours, sharp black lipstick smudging as she led you to her bedroom. Everything about her was softer, even as she gripped you tightly. 

Her hands found the zipper of your dress, knowing exactly where to reach since she had designed the piece herself. You shuddered, nervous even through the fog of cocktails, as she sent your dress to the ground. 

“Vox has all this and is too busy fucking off with work?” Velvette whistled, reaching behind her back to undo her dress. “I’ll never understand men.” 

She pulled you onto her bed, finding enjoyment from your timid nature. It was cute whenever someone had their first time. Smoothe skin ran along smoothe skin as you timidly touched her. 

She held you, guiding your hand to cup her breasts and run along the curves of her waist as she did the same to you. 

“Bloody hell, you’re a sexy thing.” Velvette smiled as you grew bolder, eagerer in your touches. “What would you think about eating pussy?” 

“I’ve- I’ve never, but I can try.” Your stomach tied itself in knots as you helped Velvette shimmy out of her lacy thong. 

“I’ll help you through it,” Velvette said as she laid back, spreading her legs. “Just think about all those things you wish Vox would do and do them. Promise babe, I’ll make you feel real good after. It ain’t no one-way street with me.” 

Her pussy was shaved bare like a doll, spread open and waiting for you as you crawled between her legs. You licked your lips, looking at her for a moment longer. Velvette had what you thought could be the most photogenic pussy you had ever seen, not that you looked at a lot of them. 

You were terrified of what you were about to do. Not the act itself, though considering you had always just assumed you were straight, perhaps you should have been. More than anything, you were terrified of doing a poor job and being ripped apart for it. 

“Go on, get on with it now.” Velvette urged. 

You took one last deep breath and started. They always said starting was the hardest part. In this case, they were right, whoever the hell ‘they’ were. The taste of her wasn’t terribly different from when you’d taste yourself smeared over Vox’s fingers. 

Velvette was a good teacher, eager to drop soft direction and share when you did something right. She never made you feel like you were subpar or that she was just putting up with your attempt. 

“Lookie here,” Velvette said, catching your attention. 

Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at her to find her phone camera pointed down at you. Your eyes went wide as your face grew hot. 

“Don’t worry babe, it’s for your flat-faced prince.” 

“Who are you talking to, Vel?” On the screen, Velvette smiled as Vox finally looked at the screen. Your name came loud and clear from the speakers. 

“Don’t stop,” Velvette ordered, and you were just drunk enough to close your eyes and do as she said, doing your best to will the knowledge that your… whatever Vox was to you was watching you eat a woman for the first time in your life. 

“You see, Vox.” Velvette ran her fingers through your hair, softly urging you to continue every time your ministrations grew timid. “I found your little toy out on her own and thought to myself, ‘well, if Vox isn’t going to play with her, maybe I should?’ And wouldn’t you know it- she’s a quick learner?” 

“Oh,” Velvette arched her back as you sucked on her clit, “Just like that bebe.” 

You did the one thing that was so hard for men to do- you continued doing exactly what you were doing until Velvette was moaning, fingers wrapped in your hair as she rocked her hips against your face. 

She pulled you back by your hair as the twitching muscles of her pussy relaxed. She held her phone up, ensuring Vox could see as she sat up as well, meeting you in the middle for a hot, slick kiss. 

She pushed you back, guiding you to rest your head on her pillows. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vox snapped as Velvet reached into her drawer, grabbing a dildo of considerable size, a small vibrator, and a bottle of lube. 

“I’m going to blow her mind,” Velvette laughed as she worked your panties down your hips. “Since apparently you’ve been too busy working to do it.” 

Velvette set her phone on one of the stands she seemed to have everywhere, ensuring Vox had a good view. While he sat alone and working, she lubed up the dildo. 

You blushed as she nestled the head of the large cock against your slick opening. This was so unlike any sex you had had before, so painfully intimate to be seen in such a way of knowing that she wasn’t being stimulated in any other way while she filled you. 

It made you feel naked and desired in a way… Vox hadn’t in a long time. 

“F-fuck, Vel-velvette.” Your hips rocked as you spread your legs more, making more room for her. “It’s too big.” 

“Shh, babe, I won’t make you take it all.” Velvette watched as your pussy slid over the artificial cock, taking great satisfaction in knowing that she was filling you with something thicker than Vox had in his pants. 

She pushed forward, pushing the head deeper and deeper until she felt that resistance that told her she had reached as far as your body had to give at the moment. It was your first time;, she wanted to make sure it was good for you before she pushed your body to its limits. 

She used one hand to thrust the cock in and out of you as she scooted forward, shoving her knees under your legs. She grabbed the vibrator in her other hand as your legs draped over her thighs. 

You moaned, the stretch delicious, but spreading you to what you were sure was the limit of what you could physically take. Your pussy squelched as the dildo moved in and out of you, pace firm and quickening. The vibrator buzzed to life as Velvette looked back at the phone. 

“How quick can you make her cum?” She asked Vox, not bothering to try to hear the answer. “I bet I can make her cum in a few short minutes.”

“Oh,” your head fell to the side as the buzzing head of the vibrator landed on your clit, sending sharp stimulation directly through you. “Oh, shit.” 

The buzzing increased, vibrations becoming more powerful as Velvette fucked you with the thick dildo. Your fingers gripped the blanket as she worked your pussy, driving you quickly toward an orgasm. 

“Oh, Oh, Oh shit, oh fuck.” your walls fluttered, gripping the dildo, begging it for something it couldn’t go. 

“Fuck Babe.” Velvette watched with eager eyes as your nails dug into your own thighs, leaving red trails as you came. “You’re fucking pretty when you cum.” 

She slowed the thrusting, backing off on the vibration setting as she worked you through your aftershocks. You gasped for air, chest rising and falling with the force of the breaths. 

“Fuck,” Vox moaned, voice nearly lost to the low volume on Velvette’s phone.

“If your flat-faced prince doesn’t get the memo that you’ve got options now, babe- you come back to me,” Velvette spoke as she climbed up your body, settling herself against your side. She kissed you deeply as you turned into her, holding her as much as she held you. “You still there, Vox?” 

Vox moaned as he answered, “I am.” 

“Fuck, you’re getting off to this?” Velvette laughed before kissing you again, harder. “If you don’t get your shit together, I’m stealing your girl. You got that? I’ll give her all the one-on-one attention she wants and can make her cum in under a minute. I’ll make your dick obsolete.” 

“Shit, Vel. We can work out a deal.” The sound of soft thumping came from the speaker, so slight that you almost couldn’t hear it. 

“No deal, Vox. She’s an all-or-nothing kind of girl.” Velvette’s attention focused on you, kissing you again. “Aren’t you, babe?” 

“Yeah,” you sighed as her hand ran down the curves of your sides. 

“Fucking figure it out, Vox.” Velvette ordered. “VoxTek, end call.” 

You didn’t hear the beep of the phone call disconnecting over the buzz of the vibrator returning to life. Velvette had no intention of letting you sleep anytime soon. The both of you had a long night ahead of you. If Velvette had her way, you wouldn’t be able to pick Vox without at least a moment of second thoughts. 

Join us at VoxTek for a Vox themed Hazbin Discord where we talk Vox, Hazbin, writing, reading, art and who knows what else. You may even catch some exclusive sneak peeks at upcoming fics from some of your favorite writers including the first page of the next chapter of MisD a day early!!

[totallynotobsessedwithfandoms]

Random ninjago headcanons

Nya, Jay, PIXAL, and Zane are the most mechanically gifted of the team

Jay used to love building cars and big mechanical things but as he got older he started getting more interested in coding

Now Nya builds the things and Jay helps her code them

Zane taught Cole how to cook and bake better

Lloyd looks normal. Like freakishly normal. Like, skin too perfect of a shade, eyes too symmetrical, hair the perfect shade of blonde, etc.

Kai hates swimming but loves the beach because it’s nice and warm and sunny

Zane follows to the law to a concerning degree

PIXAL…does not

She considers the law more guidelines than actual rules

Jay and Lloyd taught Kai how to use his cellphone

Nya and Zane have who can hold their breath underwater the longest contests

The rest of the team finally started liking cliff gordon movies after Jay told them that was his bio dad

The rest of the ninja had tons of recurring dreams about someone asking them to wish it all away 

Jay and Nya finally told them everything that had happened

Jay’s hair was always curly, he just didn’t know when he was younger and brushed it out weirdly so it was a frizzy mess and then he would tame it with tons of hair gel

Pre-season 8 Jay is the only person to ever come close to rivaling the amount of hair gel Kai uses

No one really has their own clothes at the momentary because everyone raids everyone’s closets

ESPECIALLY Nya and Lloyd

Lloyd started it when he was really little, Nya started it as a show of power

Now everyone steals everyone’s clothes

The only way PIXAL can change her hair is using welding

She only trusts Nya to help her with that

Jay and Nya take weekly ballroom dancing classes

After Prime Empire the rest of the ninja will sometimes join them

Usually Cole

Lloyd calls Kai and Nya his brother and sister in his head but he hasn’t had the guts to call them that out loud

Every so often the ninja do karaoke

Jay and Nya always do some sort of romantic duet (with varying degrees of success) 

Kai, Cole, and Jay team up to sing rock songs

Zane is a surprisingly good singer 

So is Lloyd

Jay stayed in touch with Unagami after prime empire 

Cole and Vania write letters to each other on the regular, usually filled with whatever dumb stuff the ninja did and what the Upply and other inhabitants of Shintaro are currently up to

The ninja have a giant groupchat with all the elemental masters and the only texts ever sent are usually embarrassing photos of someone screwing up their own element 

Zane might be the mom of the group but Kai is concerningly good at any and all type of housework

Cole is the middle child. I stand by this

Jay has way too many pins and buttons on his backpack

Lloyd has a massive sweet tooth

He and Cole go for candy and cake runs whenever they can 

Jay is not allowed to go shopping because he buys the most random things

Kai and Jay are the clumsiest ninja

Ever since PIXAL became part of the ninja Cyrus Borg has begun to consider the ninja as his children as well

All of the ninja are insanely competitive

Nya helped Cole get over his fear of water after turning back to human

Dareth and Ronin are the ninja’s weird uncle 

Jay loves musical theatre

Kai, Jay, and Cole recreated the Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon versus Maul fight while Zane sang/played the music. young Lloyd recorded it and now threatens to show it to Nya and PIXAL whenever everyone’s being stupid

PIXAL curses the most out of everyone

Kai doesn’t curse because when he was younger he tried to keep Nya from learning curse words and that transferred to Lloyd as well

Jay’s natural freckles are super light and unable to see unless you’re super close up

Nya was the first to find out he had freckles one of the first times they were cuddling together after season 6

She absolutely adored them and so he draws over them with a darker pencil so that they’re more visible 

Jay loves drawing and doodling but doesn’t get into painting until after seabound 

Cole and Nya have arm wrestling contests 

Zane almost always wins paper rock clamp, the only people who can ever beat him is PIXAL and weirdly Kai

Kai is great at riddles. no idea why

One time Jay put food dye in Kai’s hair gel and he didn’t notice 

Kai’s hair had a blue sheen for weeks

The resulting prank war nearly destroyed the monestary 

It ended when someone managed to fill each person’s room with things relating to their elemental power

Zane’s room was full of ice and snow, everything in Nya’s room was soaked with water, Kai’s furniture was on fire, Jay’s blankets were so full of static electricity he nearly knocked himself out, Cole’s room was packed full of boulders, PIXAL’s room was somehow full of a ton of remote controlled robots, and Lloyd’s room was full of green balloons. 

They never did find the culprit 

(Master Wu had gotten so fed up with the prank war that he had contacted Skylor, who was all to happy to help) 

[myokk]

“She’s tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me”😤😤😤

(Regency AU with Eloise and Sebastian inspired by my slow trek through Bridgerton these days & @bassicallymaestra ‘s AMAZING regency inspired art😮‍💨😇🙏)

[radlegowaffle]

heaven help her

[crescentfool]

souyo x splatoon!

[seagull-scribbles]

ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ,

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ

[extra-love]

Happy New Year, @spear-gsun , I was your @touhousecretsanta for this year- I have one fresh miss Mizuchi for you!

Apologies for how late it is! (Thank you for waiting warmly ^^;) I hope the new year treats you well!

[bldrdsh]

HE LISTENS intently, never faltering or backing down as he watches the other god seem to continue his rant. It seemed part of the facade has vanished and now Temir spoke true, as Karthisius had hoped. It is far from perfect but at the very least it confirms a sinking suspicion he'd been having for QUITE some time now. That perhaps there was SOMETHING within Erlik's children that innately led them to craving more. HE WASN'T going to hold out hope for all of them, but at least SOMETHING had to be there.

"Perhaps, but it'll be ALL the more difficult for him to do so if he has to start from scratch now won't it? And YOU are here now. You & your brothers & sisters were forced into a LIFE you didn't deserve or ask for. It is COSMIC justice if you are all ABLE to reclaim your identities. I walked a MILE in those shoes once and I do not intend to allow anyone else to suffer such a fate."

THE NEXT STATEMENT causes Karthisius to frown, FROWN in a way that he so rarely did. It's HEARTBREAKING––heartbreaking to say the absolute least. How could A BEING be made so SMALL as to think their existence––their purpose––was their only source of value. It made his blood boil, but after a moment he draws in a QUIET BREATH, seemingly exhaling out his disdain with it.

"What becomes of those who FREE themselves of the tyranny is that they are given the choice on how they wish to live. MASTERS of their own being. The choice to be whatever it is they choose to be. No longer living under the TYRANNICAL iron fist of someone who by all rights should have NO SAY in what those beings become."

It sounded IDYLLIC, that much he knew for certain. Not everyone could believe in such things, and for a being who had lived so long with no sign of hope, he imagined it sounded silly. It's not until the INQUIRIES are turned on him that he cants his head to the side. He'll ANSWER honestly, but he sincerely doubts he'll be believed so he elects to shake his head instead.

"If your INFORMANT brother knows everything then you should already know the answer––but since you're asking, no. I defied Zeus, OPENLY. Haven't you noticed that not a SINCE OTHER Greek god has spoken of me? Have you not noticed how I LIVE in isolation, while the rest of the gods live in Olympus. No. I do this for MYSELF. I do this because it is what I BELIEVE in. You, of course, are under no obligation to believe it, but whether you do, or do not–a clear conscience is more important to me than any personal gain. I have LIVED as you do, and I can guarantee you that if I can pull someone else out of it, I will."

"And if I did? If followed in my dear brother's footsteps? If we all did, my father would simply replace us, create a new batch of Karaoğlanlar and Karakızlar to carry out his demands." It was a sad fact of their entire existence, they weren't made out of love or because Erlik wanted a family after being cast out of his own. They were simply pawns, just as the younger god had said, mere tools in the Turkic god of death's plan, objects of spite, bitterness, physical slaps in the face to the gods above and everything they created and nurtured in the world. That was all they were, all Temir was and he knew it. If they walked away, if they all abandoned him, he'd simply make more and forget all about those who had served him for the last three hundred thousand years.

"We're little more than stock, after all. Once you run out or your current goods are no longer feasible, you simply replace them. Usually, with something better, stronger, more durable, more... palpable. Then what? What becomes of the old wares, hm? Cast out, thrown to curb with the rest of the garbage?" He should be able to see it, that neither side was ideal but at least if he abandoned his father's ideals, he'd have a life of his own, a chance to make his own decisions, even if there would be consequences.

Which was better? To remain in his father's shadow, do his bidding, torment humanity to satisfy a bitter god's spite, or leave and become the tormented?

The truth was, it terrified him. To no longer have a purpose, to need to make his own way, knowing that at any moment, one of his siblings would appear and make everything difficult. Or, one day, new siblings would come to take his place.

"What do you possibly get out of this? This little crusade of yours? Trying to turn my father's children against him? What do you gain from it?" Temir didn't understand the notion of just doing something because it was the right thing to do. His entire existence, all he'd seen were acts being done as part of a transaction, nothing was ever free, not really. Do something kind? There was a reason behind it, not just out of kindness, but something else, something tangible. That was always the case -- - right? "An army of your own? Favour in Zeus' eyes? What is it?"

He began to walk again, this time at a quicker pace, his heartbeat hammering against the inside of his chest. "I don't need your protection." An outright lie and he knew it. If Erlik ever found out about their conversation, about his doubts, he would need protection, just like Shyngay. But as he stopped again, pausing momentarily as he listened, as Karthisius stood straight, closing the distance between them, the older god tensed, staring him down as if readying himself. "Let me ask you something. What do you do? What is your purpose, moon god, oh, mighty god of beasts? Your existence, your responsibilities, your duties? And what would happen if you refused them, hm? What would your precious king do if you told him 'no more'? What would your pantheon do?"

[monster-noises]

Anyone out there got a solution for when you're feeling really stuck with your art and everyone and their mother tells you the solution is to do studies and figure drawings and other such things but even just thinking about doing those things makes you Spiral and want to Kill Yourself?

[kuromi-hoemie]

hhhh talking about my writing was fun but 30 tags is not enough.. yes i have 3 major influences but i have minor ones too.. it is a lovechild of my favorite things.. writing is so fun and i have no self control or a concept of pacing myself i will sit there for 16 hours and get hit with every status effect but by god does it all just flow out of me. I've always been a music person yes but i also used to write a lot into early adulthood until The Incident™

but i am ready 2 jump back into it. i think comics are a great middle ground between the two mediums so i don't get As into writing bc i kind of started going crazy last time 🫡 i can take a more structured approach to it that forces me to pace myself and think about it differently. i love art.... i love making things i love knowing how to do things i love knowing how to play things i love having so many creative outlets, even if i don't do a lot of them regularly lol. it is enriching 😳 and nice to know that it's always there to come back to when u want.

[janamensch]

I lost the thread of what I actually wanted to depict with this halfway through the drawing but it’s okay, here’s Veselvena and her prince